You jumped down in her house,
In a dark and rainy night,
She was helpless,
A motherless, no guide no guard,
Maltreated by her step mother,
And by her cruel aunts,
You made her a toy,
She has been broken,
And in the time of need,
You left her alone.
Man is not he, who never commits a sin,
Man is he, who avenges his sins,
Avenge your sin,
Or otherwise be prepared for the day,
The day on which,
Love is modified in hate.
A hate having roots in love,
And if it’s the hate of a woman,
Can destroy anything,
The angry young neighbor,
Having no alternate,
A toy of fate,
Will jump down in your house,
She will burn your house,
Will be burnt alive, too,
Alive in the fire of hate,
You can change the end,
Haven’t you read?
All is well,
That ends well.